Chapter 8
Fay, Cameron, and I were crammed inside my small bedroom, looking down at the mound of clothes on the bed. “This one’s nice,” Cameron said, picking up my gray cardigan. “I like you in this one. Makes your eyes stand out.”
“It’s itchy.” I grabbed my favorite black shirt instead. It would make me look thinner, at least. “This, with a white T-shirt underneath and maybe my—”
“No, not black. It’ll make you look older.”
Fay leaned back, sighing. “You guys are worse than me and my girlfriends on a Friday night.”
“How about this?” Cameron winked at Fay and spread an outfit on the bed. It was my thin fitted Ralph Lauren long-sleeved blue shirt, matched with my oldest pair of blue jeans. “Yeah,” he said, stepping back with an air of satisfaction. “Exactly right. You’ll look like a wri
